Small Mercies

I’m a little delirious. I blame half term. Normally, when the kids are all at school, I get a clear day to do stuff. Until 3pm, that is, when all bets are off until at least 8pm. But at least there are a few hours in the day to work, write, taste wine (I know, ridiculous job) and do everything else that needs to be done to keep a family fed and happy. But next week, I’ve got to do all of that with them actually here. And I haven’t had to do that since, ooh let me think, the SIX WEEK LONG summer holidays. Still, at least I don’t have to wear a sodding swimming costume.